Dale Savage fucks Jay Seabrook

Dale Savage grips the strap on the bedpost as Jay Seabrook lies spread beneath him, his lean body taut and dark hair slick with sweat. Savage’s bald head lowers to Seabrook’s mouth, fingers digging into his jaw while his cock throbs between them, already slick with precome. Seabrook’s tongue traces the thick vein as Savage’s grip tightens, then shifts down to fist his own shaft, pumping hard before slamming into him with rough, unrelenting thrusts. The bed creaks under their weight as Savage’s hips drive forward, each stroke deeper, his breath ragged against Seabrook’s ear.